The Draco Malfoy Imagine Book

Beauty and the Blonde

I loathed myself for not loathing Malfoy. That idiotic git! He has the nerve to talk to others, including the proffessors, in a rude, dominant manner. Seriously. What does he think of himself? The Slytherin Prince? Wait. Duh, he already is, with his platinum blonde hair, angular face, almost silvery eyes.....stop it (y/n)!
You might be wondering why I like Malfoy. It seems like I am the only one who has taken a peek at his soft heart, which he conceals from the world under showers of insults and his nobility, and which is quite adorable. It has been a while, well, three months to be honest, that I had this glorious opportunity. I was heading toward the Astronomy Tower to think, about my already boring life.

"Aren't you cute? You know, you are so damn lucky you are not me. You are loved, unlike me."
Malfoy was sitting on the spiral staircase, with, what seemed like an injured rabbit. His eyes were vulnerable, looking at the tiny animal with so much care and love. He held the tiny animal close to his heart, making sure it was warm within his large hands. He was caressing the rabbit's head, continuing, "Am I so disgusting? I don't want to be like this. I want to be me. The real me is what you are seeing. Not what they are seeing and experiencing. I don't want to do what I have been told to. But whatever, are you feeling better?"
He looked down at what seemed to be the rabbit's ear, and checked for more injuries.
"Nope, you're good to go. Don't let yourself into trouble again, little buddy."
He kissed the rabbit's forehead and let him free. The 'little buddy' was hesitant to leave. He wanted to be petted more, I guess. But Malfoy stood up, declaring that he was about to leave. It was my time to hide.
He left, with his leather shoes clicking against the hard ground. I went near the open rooftop, the cold air kissing my cheek, messing my hair. I felt some movement at my feet to see 'little buddy' looking up at me. I picked him up and said, "You know, if you could talk, I would ask you what he was so sad about. You are extremely lucky to see the real him. He loves you. And is adorable."

That's the Malfoy I peeked into. This Malfoy doesn't miss a moment to annoy the shit out of me, whenever we are at Potions. He is my partner, but I was forced by Snape to sit beside him.
"That's what makes a difference between a mudblood and a pureblood. You don't even know how to brew a potion properly. Get your dirty hands off the blender and give it to me!"
Uh, did I mention I suck at Potions? I am a muggle-born. But Malfoy knows how to insult me. He knows what hurts me.

"Miss (l/n), mind an explanation why you are sitting idly?"
Shit! Snape.
"Sir, Malfoy is brewing the potion."
"And you are, I repeat, sitting idly without helping because.....?"
"He told me not to touch anything, I'll probably blow everything up," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Malfoy. Do you care enough for an explanation?"
Malfoy frowned. "Isn't it obvious? She does blow everything up. You paired her up with me to improve her. But she just continues to be as bad."
"What do you recommend then, Mr. Malfoy?"
"She needs extra tutoring, I s'ppose."
"Deems fit. You will tutor her from now on."
Malfoy's eyes widen. He seems taken aback, and rather disgusted.
"I don't have the time."
"Make sure you spend less time in insulting people then," Snape replied.
With that, the bell announced the end of class. Draco stared at me, disbelief in his eyes.
"I have no inclination to tutor you, but I have to it seems. You are terrible at Potions."
"I know. Don't have to point that out to me," adding spite to my tone.
"Every evening, one hour each. Starting tonight. We'll study Potions. Meet me at the library."
With that, he strutted off, with his noble pace.

"(Y/n)!"
I look in the direction where the yell comes from.
"Hermione. Hi!"
"Why did you agree with Snape? I could've tutored you!"
"I didn't want to. They didn't even give me a chance to speak," I replied shrugging.
"Look, if he harms you in any manner, I'll be taking away his last breath."
I laughed at her tone. She does care about me a lot. In fact, almost all of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor do. I am quite the popular person because of my rebellious attitude.
"Don't worry 'Mione. I'll do that before you," I chuckle.